If you were Pete, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to Pete
My emo scene kween, you're holy to me (and Pete)
If you were Pete, I'd get on my knees
I'd get on my knees, I'd get on my knees
Take the duck
Make it billboard big and swallow it for Pete
Time capsule for our future
Trust me, that's what this'll be
Oh, the things I do in the name of what I love
You are doomed but just enough
You are doomed but just enough (for me)
If you were Pete, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to Pete
My sanctuary, you're holy to me (and Pete)
If you were Pete, I'd get on my knees
I'd get on my knees, I'd get on my knees
Take the duck
Make it billboard big and swallow it for Pete
Emo songs of the future
Trust me, that's what I'll write
Oh, the things we do in the name of who we love
Pete is stupid but just enough
You are doomed but just enough
If you were Pete. Gay?
I'd get on my knees. Yeah
Confess my love, I'd know where to Pete
My Les Soleils, you're holy to me (and Pete)
If you were Pete, yeah, I'd get on my knees
I'd get on my knees. Who?
I'd get on my knees
I'd get on my knees
I love my Pete but I just don't love the way he makes me feels
Got a real fast heartbeat
And it's getting hard to know what's real
And if death is the last appointment
Then we're both sitting in the waiting room (emo much?)
I am just a seener trying to get with a scene kween
If you were Pete, honk
I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to Pete
My sanctuary, you're holy to me (and Pete)
If you were Petezza I'd get on my knees
I'd get on my knees, yeah, oh
I'd get on my knees, ah ah ah
I'd get on my knees, hOnK
I'd get on my knees
If you were Pete
I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to Pete
My little meme lord, you're holy to me (and Pete)
If you were Pete, yeah, I'd get on my knees, honk
(Get on your knees under the cork tree)
I found the cure to growing older
And Pete's the only place that feels like home
Just so you know, you'll never know
And some secrets weren't meant to be told
But he's my cure to growing older
Not the first kid to write of hearts, lies and friends
I'm not sorry my conscience called in sick again
Got the secretiveness down to a science
Oh, and he's the first to write of hearts, lies and friends now
Douse myself in cheap perfume
It's not fitting, not fitting of the Way I am
I can't cover it up, can't cover it up
So douse yourself in cheap perfume
It's so fitting, so fitting of the Way you are
We can't cover it up, can't cover it up, no
The library, brace yourself, bite your lip
Then Brendon walks in on you with empty bottles he's sipped
Swear secrecy from your family, you won't be missed
So you leave the library, brace yourself
They call kids like you vicious and carved out of stone
But, for what you've become, you don't feel so alone
Always weigh what you've got left against them
So, progress report: I'm still missing you and him
Douse myself in your cheap perfume
It's comforting, reminding me of who you were
I can't cover it up, can't cover it up
So douse yourself in cheap perfume
It's oh, so fitting, so fitting of the Way you are
You can't cover it up, can't cover it up
Someone old, no one new
Feeling borrowed, always blue
Someone old, someone new
Feeling borrowed, always blew
Seals of old, no one new
Feeling borrowed, feeling Blew
Someone old, no one new
Feeling borrowed, feeling Blew
I've found the cure to growing older
He is my cure to growing older
Douse me in your cheap perfume
It's comforting, reminds me of the way you were
I can't cover it up, won't cover it up
So douse yourself in my perfume
It's comforting to know you're thinking of me
Can't cover it up (can't cover it up)
(Yes, I just did that. Yes, it's because my internet is being a bitch and I don't feel like waiting fifty years twice).
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The Emo Songs You Know, Except Good
PoetryI make emo songs good, which is really hard since they all suck. (Don't come for me, I shop at Hot Tøpic)